This is a funny lady ... after a week of wild and wooly weather, I needed a good laugh.
I went into cooking mode on the weekend considering all the dire weather forecasts. Ham and cabbage in a crockpot, salisbury steak with buttered noodles - I haven't cooked like this in quite a while. It felt good. The girls came for dinner - walked down with their daddy and then climbed the mountain of snow the plow left behind in my parking lot. I could hear their giggles of delight from my upstairs window. By the time they got to my doorstep, they were soaked. I used my hair dryer to get boots, socks and snowpants as dry as I could before they headed back out. When I peeked out the window, though, both were back on top of Snow Mountain. I imagine that, by time David walked them home, everything was wet again.
First snow, big snow and adults see all the work involved in digging out. Kids only see the wonder of it all. I have a new camera and will try to capture some of our second snowy week for the blog. The piles of plowed snow in the town shopping lots are already about ten feet high and this is just December. Brrr ... Jenn and family couldn't have settled in Florida, eh?
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It's a lot of work, but enjoy.
One great Saturday evening I settled in to watch Dr. Zhivago. A heavy snowfall had been predicted, so I wasn't surprised when I opened the front door at intermission to see what was happening and about a foot had already fallen. I couldn't stop smiling.
The movie ended late, I went to bed, and in the morning when I opened the door, I was met with a wall of snow taller than me (which is very tall!). My little dog immediately burrowed through and ended up on the other side of the court, breathless.
I remember when I was little I use to love snow. Now, it's just a hassel.
I think that's the cruelest part about getting older. It's not the gray hair or the sore knees...it's the lack of wonder. There's very little magic anymore.
*sigh*
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